I was rather impressed with myself
when three quarters into a nine hour ride
backward in time
I realized I had yet to think of you.
How new of me.
Strapped to a blind bullet
with little distraction
outside one's own mind,
you had yet to enter mine.
I was grateful for that escape--
that such a thing exists.
Now as I drown
in this tiny mountain
covered in lights
reflecting off houses,
I relish the feeling
of being alone and knowing
I'm not really
missed.
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